(We) Have walked along the same road,
dreamt the same thing,
and should have been a pair.
In the dream of a teenager,
I didn’t realize,
And want to rewind when waking up.
There are also a total of three meals and a night,
And for whom?
Whatever you didn’t get,
Whatever has passed are always the best.
I am doing what you wanted me to on the stage,
Do my old friend of my past stories,
The forgetful you,ever remember?
Joy, sadness, aging,illness, life and death,
Can not be legendary.
I hate the (flirting) “You and Me”s on the stage or
Off the stage,
Are not you and me.
It’s fate with mystery that separate us apart.
The sound of the broken words and wind of rain are lingering,
As if my old friend has come.
When to catch up (with you),where to gather,
And to say it’s really warm tonight?
(We)have chance but no points
There is no end to memories but end to bitter life.
One kind of lovesucking, but two stages of love
(I’m)In the abyss of the year, with the moon far away,
Imagining your deepest resentment.
Leaving you or leaving me,in the world to be the last to die.
Didn’t know that day is so good before parting.
Maybe (we) are among a bunch of young pairs a thousand year later
But only hate
That day can’t be seen